Omaha daily bee., 1887-06-05

nlgnl ana now tney are gone.
He looked around for bell but could
find none. Then he opened his door and
listened lntently. Nobody was stirring
| in the house.
| Now, l am not going to stand this, :"
! said Mr.. Dumble, VI am not going to stay
in bed like these lazy Central Americans.
/ must have my morning walk"
| He looked down at his airy costume
| Clearly 1t would not do to 90 out until he
was dressed. Sticking his head out of
the door ne yelled at the top of his voice:
| Hello! Waiter! Boy!"
| MIR. Dumble in his excitement walked
out into the corridor and paraded up and
down.
81 sayr' he shouted, Pedro, Sambo,
Yum Yum, Jesus"
J "These names ought to bring some of
| them" he said, but they don't seem to
fit. Of course | can get some clothes
when see the landlord, but how am l to
get them now?"
just then MIR. Dumble noticed that the
door of the room next to his chamber
stood ajar. Without considering the
matter, he plunged in on tour of inves-
! tigation. In n moment he reappcared
with an armful of clothing, and rushed
into his own room, where he proceeded
to inspect his plunder.
"They will fit" he remarked, "but
what an outrageous rig it is! Gold lace, a
sash and sword, and cooked hat. I'll
put on the things until can do better"
When arrayed in his borrowed garb.
Mr.. Dumble presented a very pictur-
esque appearance. He was short and
stout, with a red, jolly face, and his pc.
culiar trappings were really becoming.
II feel like fool" SAID Dumble conf
dentially to his reflection in the mirror.
.'rhese duds don't suit a bald headed
Boston man in the coffee trade. Am l a
masquerade ball or circus?"
Finding himself unable 10 answer the
question, Mr.. Dumble looked out of the
window. There was no sign of life in the
streets, and it was evident that Guate-
mala did not boast of an early rising pop
ulatiOn.
After some consideration Mr.. Dumble
decided that he would venture out for a
walk. On his return he would explain
things to the landlord and make it all
right with the unknown owner of the
fancy costume.
OF course, man in a cooked hat and a
gold laced coat, with sword dangling
by his side, could not 60 skipping along
in the jaunty style of the average COM
mercial traveller. MIR. Dumble saw this,
and when he reached the street be started
oil at dignitied pace.
He was very much gratificd to find that
the few persons he met saluted him with
great respect, but after awhile he grew =
little uneasy.
"There is something wrong" he NUT
tered. '"This is no masquerade costume.
1t belongs to some highcockalorum fel-
low, some foreign minister, perhaps. The
thing may get me iuto trouble yet"
However, he was in for it. The early
morning air was so bracing and the
quaint streets so attractive that the BOs-
tonian could not resist the temptation to
prolong his stroll. He soon found him.
self in the residence part of the city. and
as the sun climbed higher, the streets
began to fill with people. All the pro-
mennders and even those in carriages
saluted the man in the cooked hat very
deferentially.
II am evidently somebody" thought
Dumble, but who in the mischief am l.
II could speak their jingllng lingo
tolerably we'll. j would ask for informa-
1t was now past breakfast time, but the
distracted tourist was not aware of 1t.
He was thinking of returning to the
lost his way, when q carriage halted and
an officer jumped out and took off his
hat.
II was on my way to the hotel" he
said in good English, "but see that your
excellency is already on his way to the
palace. The president will be delighted
but your excellency must not walk
Permit me-" and taking the bewildered
Dumble by the arm he pushed him into
the carriage before there was time for
remOnstrance.
In spite OF MS cooked hat and sword
Dumble fel. his knees shaking together
What could it mean? Was he about tc
be condX ctcd into the presence of Presi
dent Barrios?
During the next five minutes he saw
everything through a haze. He was
vaguely conscious OF submissiyely allow
ing himself to be escorted from the car
riage through spacious grounds INTO an
imposing building, where he found him
self in a library, acknowledging in con
fused way the greetings of handsome
darkfaced, soldierly.looking man.
Mr.. Dumble was now fully alive to the
peril Of his situation. There was nothing
to be done but to act guardedly, and end
the visit suddenly by pleading illness
purely general and the visitor was still iI
the dark as to the real nature of the case
The president addressed hIm sometimes
as Your EXcellency" and sometimes a.
"Sir John"
''He takes me for Britisher," Dumblt
thought, some envoy extraordinary ol
minister who has just arrived"
Concerning the loan" said the presl
dent. what does your eXcellcncy sug
gestY"
Dumble broke out into cold prespira
ton. What loan? He was at sea. II,
could only stare stupidity at Barrios.
"Ah, l see," continued the president
smiling, "your excellency would frs
hear a proposition from meY"
"Ur-r--l think it would suit me better,
replied the puzzled Bostonjan.
"very WE'LL" was the response. g
must tell you plainly that Guatemai
cannot redeem the bonds. Now this in
, debtedness should not be a matter Of vita
Importance to your government, since
is due to private citizens various banker
and capitalists of London"
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